The raging Razorblade Sea suddenly fell quiet. A thin spatial barrier completely shut out the crushing pressure of the Deep Sea.
It was a little room only three meters wide, transparent on every side. They could clearly see the seawater writhing outside, making it feel as though they were submerged in its crushing depths.
But they were not underwater. They were in a completely independent space.
A Space Fragment was what remained when a complete space shattered. Although this one was only about three meters across, the constant battering of the ocean and the elemental tide had made it remarkably stable.
No one would have imagined that such a simple refuge could exist in the perilous Deep Sea.
Li Ziran became increasingly certain that he was now at the edge of the world.
The entire world revolved around the Red Soil Continent, from which all kinds of unique spaces branched off.
These spaces shattered under the scouring of the elemental tide, and the matter within them became part of the tide once more. Yet even the mighty elemental tide could not consume an entire space, just as a living creature could not digest everything it ate and would often expel useless residue.
The elemental tide did exactly that. It sent the residue it could not use into the ocean, which stripped the elements from these Space Fragments again. From the Shallow Sea to the Deep Sea, they eventually formed this fragment-packed Razorblade Sea.
Now, he could not sense even a trace of any element. This tiny room felt like a complete vacuum, yet he could survive here comfortably. With the elements stripped away, it was as though he had returned to Earth, a world without magic.
At that moment, he marveled at this wondrous world. All these seemingly impossible miracles